I travel light; as light, that is, as a man can travel who will still carry his body around because of its sentimental value.

What is madness To those who only observe, is often wisdom To those to whom it happens.

In my plays I want to look at life at the commonplace of existence as if we had just turned a corner and run into it for the first time.

There may always be another reality to make fiction of the truth we think we've arrived at.

Who apart from ourselves, can see any difference between our victories and our defeats?

How nature loves the incomplete. She knows If she drew a conclusion it would finish her.

My trouble is I'm the sort of writer who only finds out what he's getting at by the time he's got to the end of it.